This sly cat slits under wide brimmed hats
soak grins since denied his buckets of rye
rusted clogs can fry the phat twixt contingence
and what was known as my composition
drafted in the grain cross marks in the marble shrines
wanting jadite third hence bulimic eye sought where
one could only derive under these clothes
are the only rivers where the rose hip lies
hardened flies bite my notes comply
no liquor? no sty?
no loose skull of symbiotes too sober to fly?
best fiddle to die is the first spanning riddle of your splitting mind
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